Drew Versus Cookies
Drew Versus Cookies
Part Three: So, What's The Plan?
--Harley and May--
"Oh, give me a taste/of cookies with haste/so I can stop singing this song/where seldom is heard a discouraging word/ and incorrect grammar is wrong!" sang May.
"Gahhhh!" exclaimed Harley. He thrust an entire box of cookies at her. "Here, just take the whole tin!"
"Thank you!" shouted May, before shoving cookie after cookie in her mouth.
Harley ran to his room and locked the windows and door. He pulled the shades, and then locked himself in his bathroom.
"I've lost her for a minute," said Harley to himself. "I've got to formulate some plan, a plan to get her off my back!"
He twitched and formulated what could be considered the best plan ever…
At least, that's what Harley thought.
"I would seriously kill to have more of these cookies!" exclaimed May, having finished the entire tin already, somehow appearing behind Harley.
But then again, when has Harley ever thought right?
--Drew and Joan--
"Okay, that's our game plan!" finished Drew. "Anything of importance you need explained?"
"Drew, that is the most flawed 'game plan' I've ever heard in my life," stated Joan bluntly. "The entire game plan is basically 'make better cookies than Harley to capture May's attention.' And how do you suppose we do that?"
"Uh… I don't know; you're the baker!" guessed Drew.
"Well; here's what we'll do: we're going to spy on Harley so we can find out what he does to bake his cookies. Then we should take a glance at his recipe and duplicate it, or improve it," asserted Joan.
"Right. But it would be a good idea to put a digital camera tracking system on Harley first, because we're too cool to stalk anybody," said Drew, flipping his hair.
The twins shared an evil laugh.
"Wait," stated Joan, interrupting the laugh session. "First we have to actually eat breakfast. How stupid of you to forget."
--Solidad--
Solidad stared at the building Harley was in. She just KNEW he was in that building. And she was daydreaming about him… again.
Come to think of it, shouldn't she be training her Pokémon for the upcoming contest?
She ignored the thought and returned to thinking about how much nicer Harley's hair was than Paul's…
She paused.
"Who's Paul?" she said out loud.
--Paul and Ash--
Paul sneezed.
"Gesundheit!" exclaimed Ash, who was currently battling Paul. He stopped and thought for a moment. "Why do I get the feeling that someone, somewhere, insulted your hair?"
"Whatever," said Paul. He ordered, "Torterra! Use Earthquake!"
In truth, he had the same feeling.
Okay, I'm back from the dead! Anyways, I'm sure you all know I still don't own Pokemon, so... yeah. I'm also sorry this is extremely short, I have really bad writer's block.
-Kay
(P.S. I bet you all thought this was discontinued.)